Now that’s a fucking hijack! (eek would go here)
Three, apparently, as I work with one too.
Oh man, has email been around long enough that GaWd can tell stories about what he did with it in his youth? I think I’m gonna go lie down now.
Four- I went to school with one. Hated his guts and he just would not fucking leave me alone. If I had it to do over again I would just punch him right in the face the day I first met him. “Hi, I’m Clay!” POW! I would follow up by petending not to know who he was, but then everytime I found out again I would punch him again. Maybe I could stem the tide of assholishness a bit.
Once in high school I heard a dog attacked his face, and I was all like, “Go Dog!” At the time I thought, “Well, I guess he wouldn’t leave the dog alone either.”
Sad, but true.
So do these other asshole Clays all have the same tendency to pick and pick and go overboard throwing stuff in your face the way this one (and the OP’s coworker) did?
My dad runs a fine arts company. Someone who attended a show didn’t like it and ended up writing my dad a letter - a rather crude one that included obscenities. While such letters are occasionally par for the course when running such a company, this moron did it on his company stationary: a law firm of which my dad happens to know quite a few partners. The guy is lucky my dad isn’t the type to care about this kind of stuff, but what if he had cared? Obviously, this young associate thought he might impress someone by writing the letter on firm stationary. However, I doubt the partners would have been happy to know that their associates are using firm stationary to write obscene letters to fine arts companies to which they contribute.
Common sense isn’t so common.
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Asshole clay is a sign of poor hygiene.
UPDATE
Remember my good friend, Clay? Remember how his Daddy runs one of the bigger agencies here? Remember how I’ve sent out my resume?
I just got a call from a recruiter in Atlanta asking me if I could come in for an interview with a company here. Basically it’s a position doing what I did at my last job, making slighly more than I’m making now.
Guess which company it is for? DING…DING…DING. That’s right. Clay’s Daddy.
Life is just a kick in the head sometimes.
Are we allowed to ask for “cites” in the Pit?
Sure, why not.
Ah. Apparently the term “down low” is used by such men.
That’s WAAAAYYYYY different than being invented by such men.